Summer has descended upon the subcontinent. The cities, towns, plains, and the once salubrious hill stations are heating up. The days are hot, the nights are still. There is no escape. It is immutable.Everyone waits for rain. The Malnad is ready to receive her.
“Earth, upon which this moving, breathing life exists.May she bestow on us the finest of her harvests! Earth, the all-sustaining, treasure-bearing, resting-place; Golden-breasted Earth, home of all life, Who bears the sacred fire.” Atharva Veda Book XII